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this was Sunday. buttKilling snowyHiking in a secret suburban wilderness with my Poet. (yes, i am still going to call him that, though he is now afar.) quite lovely. as was the little town of Lexington MO although it was much too icyCold in the morning to wander very far. i want to go back. things demanded examination.
and no picture from today but it is very different. cloudCrosses in the sky and birds in the woods. the students have taken off their fur boots and nighty pants and are wearing their little brother’s sport shorts and flip flops. not me. no. it takes my skin longer to get that comfortable with air again (if it ever does). but i wear my oldest most shredded and pale denim jacket. from New Mexico. it is a rebel’s jacket and oh do i ever need it lately. it is safe to wear to the office now my hair has become long and ragged again, to cover the worst of the jacket. then i hide it behind the door of my fluorescent prison. unseen but known.
i admit i have been far from here. lately torn and spattered about. not in myself at all. not a very comfortable place and perhaps tonight i will drink too much wine and write it all away.